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good finesse - motion lyrics

[intro]
(what you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j?)

[chorus]
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

[verse 1]
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i be on my sh+t
them crushed diamonds ain’t nothin’ so i’m rockin’ p+ss
a quarter ticket out thе field, now i got ’em p+ssed
n+gga sit thе f+ck down at 10k, it’s not sh+t
all i do is hop up in the booth and i pop grease
that bum n+gga you had a baby with is not me
a hundred bands this month, i’m a slime ball
these n+ggas weaker than a b+tch than some drywall
i’m finna blow, got me feelin’ like a time bomb
his rollie fake, i could hear his sh+t tick+tock
i’m in the field, i ain’t worried about tiktok
i’m tryna jugg and finesse for a wristw+tch
richard mille, ap or the patek phillipe
these broke n+ggas cheap as h+ll, just look at they kits
i’ve been drippin’ all the time, just look at the kicks
i took his b+tch, now he mad, just look at the fit
[chorus]
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

[verse 2]
you could tell i’ve been a n+gga since the first grade
she gon’ give a n+gga chip ’cause i give her the game
he pillow talkin’ on the boy ’cause the n+gga’s a lame
i be poppin’ hot sh+t like a jalapeño
and i only drink lean, not no casamigos
and my circle really small like a f+ckin’ peep hole
i can’t hang around them n+ggas, they only free load
plug talkin’ with my mexican, that’s my f+ckin’ migo
i be gettin’ to the chip like some f+ckin’ cheetoes
and i got that dog sh+t, not that petty sh+t
it’s plain jane, 42, this a heavy wrist
these n+ggas talkin’ bum sh+t but that’s irrelevant
i be talkin’ big sh+t like i’m an elephant
i drive a b+tch and knock a b+tch because i’m heavensent
and i’m droppin’ all the time because i’m relevant
a big bag out the field, now i’m h+lla rich
[chorus]
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f+cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

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